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Hi my names Jane and this is the story of how I died
Short Story | Updated Dec 13, 2012 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A story With a Message.
Short Story | Updated Aug 22, 2012 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is my biography.
Jordan is a travelling solicitor, looking for new settlements to open trade routes, until he is forced into slavery in one the last factory cities on earth, run by gangs of perverts, cannibals, sex fiends and junkies.
The Parish of St. Elizabeth in Jamaica is known for Red Bauxite Soils, Black River and a special group of people. Read this to know why the Balck River turned black.
We all know everything is made in China... including the Apple products...
By Moriah Jordan
Jordan is a twelve year-old girl, caught up in the act of sneaking around and stealing stuff. Her older sister thinks she's nuts. And her parents would do anything to stop her from doing this.
Kurt is thirteen, just walking home from his father's pizza shop. He runs into someone. Someone who...
Ever wondered where babies REALLY come from? Want to avoid asking grown ups? Fine. I'll tell you...
By Craigy Boy
Everyone has a bad side. A dark side. Every story has its twist. No one is perfect...........apart from one old man that goes by the name of Santa Claus!!!
A murderous revolution is taking place in America's food industry. Will these rebels pull off the crime of the century?
'You can't spell slaughter without laughter'
It whispered darkly in her head, the mind, forgetting things she shoul remember and remembering things she should forget. Doctor Carter, the head doctor at the factory her unknown husband Randalph and Garth stole her from, haunts her dreams and drifts always in the corner of the mind. Unless she...
A sewer treatment plant built on the beach front road, where it could be? In Vizag, a large metropolitan city in South India with a population over 2 million.
â€œWhose idea was that?â€ inquired Juggernaut.
â€œDonâ€™t ask me, I only work here,â€...
Please, read the title.
I wrote a short story a long time ago, and I wrote this poem based off of it.